Chapter 402 - Engagement (1/2)
Translator: StarReader
Editor: Elitecoder
“Cong’er, you’re always running to and fro, gaining knowledge with every trip. I’m sure there are many oddities you’ve collected along the way. I am very eager to see what you have for me.”
Two princes down and one to go. Now that the third prince’s turn had arrived, his largeness’ fat body was planted firmly in his chair.
The emperor looked at him oddly and teased.
The chubby trembled, wiped his ever sweaty brow and wobbled to his feet before the emperor with a bright smile, “He-he-he, imperial father, I actually planned on giving you a great gift, top grade in fact. Of perfect design and quality… “
“To the point!” The emperor’s face darkened.
The tubby wiped his oily hands, sweat falling down his brow like torrential rain, and took a coy tone, “But I recalled imperial father’s teachings. All the lands belong to the king and all the people are the king’s subjects. So what could I possibly give the imperial father when everything in this world is already yours? Anything that I would offer would be taking the imperial father’s item only to return it. There is nothing in this world truly mine to give.”
“As such…” The emperor’s eyes grew colder.
Swallowing dryly, the fatty wiped more sweat before saying, “As such, imperial father, you must understand…”
“Humph, of course I do. At my centennial jubilee, everyone on earth pays me tribute, yet only my son comes up empty…”
“No, no, no, imperial father, you’ve got it all wrong. I believed that anything that I would present would be too crude and quaint to express my deep love and endless respect for my imperial father. For this reason I have sought the help of a great teacher for a month to learn a dance for your anniversary.”
The fatty came to the front, cueing the music and going down into a wobbly strange thing called… dancing?
No, it was a bit too soon to call it a dance. It was more or less along the lines of quirky jumping.
His largeness flicked his hair, batted his eyes, his bubbly cheeks bouncing at the slightest movement.
It was downright revolting, hideous and worthy of nothing but being thrown out. It was like looking at the sea from a boat, with the waves going up and down, and up and…
While the blob bounced around quaking the floor with every downstroke, so too did the audience, maybe too in tune with the artist and his handi-, uh, footwork. Even their guts were doing the rumba. It was truly a… jolting experience.
Crack~
It wasn’t just one, oh no, the entire audience was cracking their knuckles, looking at the graceful ballerina with bloodshot eyes.
If not for him being a ‘self-respecting’ prince, they would probably be raining fists and kicks by this point.
[Sweet mother of mercy! A dance should be easy on the eyes, but yours is sucking the life out of me! ]
The emperor’s face took so many shades of white even he didn’t know it could. Shaking to his very bones, his fists clenched, his eyes red, pouring every ounce of his strength into not jumping in there to sock the ball into cutting the hellish dance out. But at some point, something was bound to snap, and that unfortunately happened to be his patience, “Stop!”
Rumble!
The fatty froze with a bent waist, blinking his big puppy eyes at the emperor’s bloodshot ones.
Every single guest breathed easier, cherishing this moment of peace on earth.
“Cong’er, next time, bring that great teacher of yours. I promise not to kill him. Now go!” The emperor sighed.
The chubby bowed and then hopped and banged his way to the chair pleased as a punch for getting away with it.
The rest of the guests were eternally grateful that the horror show had ended. [We are blessed that our eyes aren’t scarred from watching your chipper son bounce. Your mercy has no bounds, emperor…]
The Crown Prince stood up again, “Imperial father, although the third brother’s dance may be a bit rough around the edges, his intentions are good and his heart pure. Please bestow him a reward, imperial father!”
“Humph, can anything live up to his performance?” The emperor’s eyes flashed.
Crown Prince chuckled, “Imperial father, third brother has been an oddball since birth. With your endless affection, only giving me and the second brother something will make the third brother feel left out. Please consider his sincere feelings and offer him a little something. A token perhaps.”
“I’ll say it one last time. I can bestow a reward on anyone on this land, except him!” The emperor’s smile was cold, “What bestowal would even be worthy anyway?”
It sent a cold shiver down the hearts of everyone.
The emperor implied that he was grumbling from having such a fatty as a son. But how could the ruler be so short-sighted, fussing with his son over trifles?
Zhuo Fan scratched his nose, exchanging a look with the first and second great minds. He already had an idea what was up.
Only the second prince put on a mocking smile.